...white AS snow. (Is 1:18)



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXIII)


Snow.  That is all.  White.  Shovel it t'avail
Each day, nor look for colour.  Talk from hence
Of dreams for valentines day while good sense
Knows all's a lie.  Yes, think no further.  They'll
Announce this festival and that detail
You just can't miss, 'til spelling out: pretense
Is worthless.  Marriage is a joke fr'intents--
The "stars" are fallen, darkness swallwing bail.
He said we'd text this evning but that's poor.
I think I'll take a nap.  Write out the view,
But do not look it in the face as twere.
Tis best if you feign that you never knew.
Come back tomorrow.  All we have in tour
Is white, white, white.  Just say you like it, too.

28Jan19a